It has been torn.
Guys, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
was a delicious debut. Mental character? Sarcastic, mysterious love interest with the gorgeous name Noah
? Lovely, lovely conflict? So-unpredictable-you-didn't-know-what-was-in-your-face-until-it-was-thereness?
Yes. That was The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer.
But this? This this — this sequel with the name of The Evolution of Mara Dyer
Indescribable. Unnameable. MY FEELINGS.
The thing is this book was creepy.
Like, nail-your-windows, triple-lock-your-door, glance-over-your-shoulder creepy. I didn't read it in my bed, so sadly I didn't have these reactions — but I wanted to. I kept going "Oh my God" or "Sister, this book is creepyness overload
" or "JUDE IS FREAKING CRAZY!"
And well — Mara was a sexy goddess. A psycho, mental goddess, but a goddess nonetheless.
And, well, Noah — let's just say that when I dreamed about him, it wasn't innocent.
And Jude — I want to choke you. I want to kill you and then stab you thirty-seven times again.
Did I mention this book is five fooking stars